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@freedomwriter76

Thank you! Quickly puts on glasses.

Eagles are wonderful creatures. Viktor’s bird is named Esen, which I think means “heaven’s wind” or “wisdom” in Eishlagair. (I’m not sure on the translation.)

@keilah-h

That’s a good idea. That way, we can come back and do this again, but can change anything we need to.

So, for my…[Read more]

@freedomwriter76

I do! 😎

Yeah, except they do need him to for e them to action…

But did I ever mention that later in the book, Viktor gets a GIANT eagle? (10 foot wingspan. Slate, ivory, and gold, a rare Mountain Guardian Eagle that actually belonged to the king.)

That eagle doesn’t like Ocran anymore than I do. XD

@keilah-h

Ooo, interesting idea. (I do have a few characters I’d like to introduce soon if y’all don’t mind.)

And here’s my charies on here:

Zlatan, son of (Sotnik) Vratislav. Wolf in the book, but a human on this RP for convenience. A Desanik in the army. Age 17, straight black hair cut at the jawline, golden eyes. 5’9″, not going to get much…[Read more]

@freedomwriter76

Now you HAVE to redeem him!!!

Somehow, PLEASE!

@freedomwriter76 @koshka @keilah-h @godlyfantasy12

That’s right! Let’s not have any deaths, as of yet.

*Has secretly joined the #protectionsquad* 😉

(Although, If it weren’t for the fact that I need him for the story, I’d totally let them kill Ocran. But it’s all right, I have a very special fate reserved for him.)

@Godlyfantasy12

Glad you found what you needed! I have to say I’m quite intrigued by the snatches you explained about the story and the scenarios! Your book sounds really cool 🙂

I’m afraid I am not much help with writing stuff most of the time, it’s like, amazing ideas or nothing, (to be honest usually nothing) but I like to try anyways,…[Read more]

@freedomwriter76 @elishavet-pidyon @keilah-h @godlyfantasy12

That’s it. NO ONE CAN DIE!!!! We can’t kill any of our characters here, but feel free to hint at a death in your book if you wish.

And that means Zlatan and Vulk had better not get to Ocran at this point.

@freedomwriter76 @elishavet-pidyon @keilah-h @godlyfantasy12

Sorry y’all, I had to pause for dinner.

Zlatan

He wanted to smile.

But instead he gently took Nyx’s paw in his hand, careful not to move the broken bone. Thank the Maker it was only one. “This will hurt for a moment.”

“I SAID I’d bite. Didn’t you- OW!?!!”

Nyx gave something between…[Read more]

@freedomwriter76 @elishavet-pidyon @keilah-h @godlyfantasy12

Mikkel

The blood was washed off his hands. It hadn’t taken long, but every second felt like a minor eternity right now.

“Riker, I’m going to help you up. If you can’t walk, don’t worry. I don’t expect you to.” He knelt beside the soldier, placing an arm under his shoulders, and helped…[Read more]

@godlyfantasy12

I’m not sure what he would call him, soooo…feel free to use what ever Nix  wants.

@freedomwriter76 @keilah-h @godlyfantasy12

Zlatan

The voice of a ten year old lad shattered all the quiet left in his mind. Zlatan flinched and nearly dropped the reeds he’d gathered. For some reason this hasn’t been what he’d thought of when he first learned the fox talked.

Yet he seemed to be the least affected.

“Eva, put him down.”

She…[Read more]

@freedomwriter76 @koshka @keilah-h @godlyfantasy12

November knelt beside him, and Viktor realized the other boy was trembling.

“Umm…” Viktor winced as November’s voice cracked. “A-Are you oh kay?”

Not the most logical question, but it made Riker smile, which was good. Viktor glanced at November to see the boy’s hand unconsciously steal up to je…[Read more]

@freedomwriter76 @elishavet-pidyon @godlyfantasy12

Vulkasin

Vulkasin grinned and started after Alyona. “Sounds v’onderful to me. And comrade,” he turned a thoughtful face to Franz. “Of course I ask children v’hat zey fink. Sometimes zey’er ze only v’ones zhat do.”

Vulkasin waited for a moment, unconsciously looking for that beloved side look…[Read more]

@freedomwriter76 @keilah-h @godlyfantasy12

Zlatan

The fox sat glaring at him, one paw held at an awkward angle.

Ah Nyx…

Zlatan stepped closer, trying to see what was wrong with the forepaw, but Nyx hissed and twitched away, hackles raised.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He stepped back satisfied in a rather unsatisfactory way. “You need a…[Read more]

@godlyfantasy12

Sounds good!

And for some reason I’ve been thinking of Nyx starting off the conversation by calling Zlatan names…*snicker*

@freedomwriter76 @elishavet-pidyon  @godlyfantasy12

Mikkel

“Is November okay?” Riker paused, moaned. “Am I supposed to be…is it nighttime already?”

The blood drained from Mikkel’s face, but he lifted a hand. “How many fingers and I holding up?”

Riker blinked, squinted. “Three?”

Mikkel dropped his hand, mild relief bring ing back some color…[Read more]

@godlyfantasy12 so am i wrong in assuming it would be similar to a hypertrophic scar? which looks raw and fresh but is actually healed, or is it a literal open wound?

if it was an open wound that might constantly be sticky and getting dirty because of whatever factors of the story, that could, cause infection which would also contribute to it not…[Read more]

@freedomwriter76 @keilah-h @godlyfantasy12

Zlatan

Eva stood in the middle of a room. Zlatan quickly wiped clean his blade, stuffing the oil cloth back into it’s place. He sheathed his sword before coming into the room.

A golden fluff ball curled up in her arms.

Nyx.

Oy this fox was not happy to see him.

Zlatan closed the door behind him,…[Read more]

@freedomwriter76 @koshka @keilah-h @godlyfantasy12

Viktor

The stair has been dark, crowded, filled with bloodthirst.

He had tried his best, but his best wasn’t much. And as even as he hated to admit it, everything he’d been taught in fighting had fled at the sight of the dogs.

Maybe if he’d been older, more weapon wise, he could have held the…[Read more]

@freedomwriter76 @elishavet-pidyon @keilah-h @godlyfantasy12

Zlatan

His sword was messy now, but he didn’t stop to clean it even though the sounds of pursuit had died to a patter.

Let the rest to have made it to safety.

Zlatan kept climbing stairs, checking rooms. Two levels. Three.

Vulkasin

Lyn and Altona stared at him, worry plain on their…[Read more]